Hope is a Garden

 

Hope is the teaching

All will be well, breathe, inspire

Lead with hope, brandished

 

Like fire, Carry it

Like water; water falling

Wet the garden soil

 

From a rusting pipe

Nourish, feed the wounded soul

Slake the naked thirst

 

The house has no roof

Our mother’s house, our father’s

Is a place of prayer

 

Exposed and crumbling

Façade, the house has no walls

Collecting the wind

 

In the center falls

Water in the garden from

A pulsing valve, flows

 

Into flower beds

Speak to the stranger, villain

Vagabond, speaking

 

Wordless, the rhythm

Of the heart, beating in the

Language of birds, song

 

The soft whisper, hope

In this place there is love, home.

This bed is your own

 

Gather a vision

Filled in the pooling water

Listen to flowers

 

Bursting with pollen

Bright petals are wind-blown flags

In the shining sun

 

Hope is the teaching

Hope for the future of all

Weed and flower, one

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